Half a league, half a league,
Half a league backwards,
Boldly they rode and well
Out of the jaws of hell,
Stormed back from shot and shell,
Floundered and blundered,
Ours not to do or - no,
Maybe we will not go,
See you - next year or so,
Rode the five hundred.
- from the Discharge of the Light Brigade, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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